It was scary at first. The monsters outside, felt really menacing. When we were stuck in the home, it was a division of quarters. Some were assigned the plump and safe living quarters in the middle room, others were finding supplies. As I had dreaded, the leader, a grumpy old guy of course, told me to sleep at the upstairs corner near the window, I was like the T-rex ain't gonna need anything to get to me, the glass pane might as well be rock candy. Still, I spoke silence, it was time to survive, the only worry was the snoring. Maybe that would expose me, I have watched the movies, the monster is triggered by movement, but surely sound too.
I don't know, we just accept the situation and try to rest. However, shortly after, from the growing commotion outside, it seemed people were getting outside to mingle to mess about. I wondered how, or why. Walking down and opening the door without hesitation, maybe skipping a beat, there was the crowd, they were all talking, making merry, walking down the streets. It felt impossible. Man had overcome the monsters. Or succumb to his or her wishful thinking. It was probably the former, these things weren't that formidable. Curious, I walked their walks, went towards the loudest of the 'bazaar' theme, a particular kind of feel, it was before us that the wrangler had mastered the massive biped lizard, somehow bringing it to heel in chains and order. Was it a wondrous thing? I don't know about that. Was it a terrible thought of us? Well, we live in the moments and it was what it was.
